Mother Poem by SEGUN RASAKI

Mother.
Who is she,
The one that toils and wails.
The one that cries when I lack.
She loves me, she places my interests above her's

Who is she,
The one that dances without music,
The one that talks to me,
even as baby I was not able to understand.
She appeases my spirit and my innocence.

Who is she,
The one that nurtures and hopes,
hope for a better tomorrow,
not for herself but me,
Night vigils for years.

Who is she,
She prays, prayer for my success.
All the turmoil, vicissitudes and struggles,
too much for mother.

Mother, how I wish you could be here,
to see the fruits of your labor.
Mother, where are you.